The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 51, Six-Horse Carriage

When Lang Sijie saw Tu Si nod in agreement, he could no longer suppress the resentment in his heart and rushed forward to kick the latter twice.

"Ouch!"

The painful sound was not Tu Si's, because he dared not make a sound.

If it wasn't Tu Si, then it could only be Lang Sijie. The latter had a broken leg, and his old injury hadn't healed. The sudden exertion aggravated his pain, causing him to cry out instinctively.

Upon seeing this, the other three heroes quickly stopped him.

"Master, what do you think we should do with this guy?" Ever since Lang Yijie learned yesterday that Li Lang was a spiritualist, he has reverted to addressing him as "Master" and refuses to call him "Brother Lang" anymore.

"Fourth brother, it's up to you. You decide what to do." Li Lang pondered for a moment, then looked at the fourth brother with the broken leg.

Li Lang knew that since yesterday's battle, these people harbored a sense of awe and were unwilling to use their previous forms of address, which couldn't be forced. So, he simply changed his form of address as well, so it wouldn't sound so abrupt.

"We'll leave everything to Master's discretion." The fourth brother knew that Tu Si's broken leg wasn't his own doing; it was all Li Lang's doing. Therefore, Master's decision was the right thing to do.

"Who broke your leg?" Li Lang actually had a pretty good idea of ​​what had happened, but he still asked the question.

"He is Prince Jing's advisor," Tu Si replied.

"Didn't he say anything?" Li Lang asked again.

"The advisor told me to beg for a living from now on."

"Alright, from now on you can beg on this street. But don't let me see you, understand?" Li Lang nodded.

Upon hearing this, not only Tu Si, but also everyone around Li Lang was dumbfounded. What kind of operation was this?

"Sir, what do you mean by this? What should I do?" Tu Si couldn't understand how he should beg.

"Let me put it this way." At this moment, Li Lang seemed to realize that his words were a bit hard to understand. After thinking for a moment, he continued, "What I mean is that you can't beg outside this street. You have to make sure that everyone coming and going on this street can see you. If you offend my Wangcai Cooperative, this is what will happen to you."

"Also, don't let me see you, because a villain like you will ruin my mood. If I'm in a bad mood, I'll hit you hard. Do you understand?" Li Lang added.

"Yes, yes." As soon as Li Lang finished speaking, Tu Si understood and hurriedly nodded.

Just kidding, if a spirit attacks, do you think I'd even survive? That's it, I'll just stay out of the way. As for the specifics, I'll think about it later.

"Fourth brother, do you think this is a good solution?" Li Lang turned around and looked at his fourth brother.

"Thank you, sir, for upholding justice for me!" The fourth son was visibly moved, tears welling in his eyes. He let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a sense of liberation. Then he knelt on one knee and responded loudly.

"Thank you, sir, for upholding justice for us!" The other three heroes, equally triumphant, knelt on one knee and shouted in unison.

"I've said it before, we all come from Langya Mountain, we're as close as brothers. Don't kneel down all the time. No one can make us kneel down, understand? Get up." To be honest, Li Lang could barely accept being called "Master," but he really couldn't accept this habit of kneeling down all the time.

Hearing this, the Four Heroes of Langshan were incredibly excited. To be brothers with spiritual practitioners was such an honor!

Not only them, but even the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix were filled with excitement. Brother Lang was still the same Brother Lang, and he hadn't changed at all just because he had become a Spirit Master.

"Alright, stop standing there, let's open the door and welcome the guests." Li Lang waved his hand, and the matter was settled on the spot.

Tu Si crawled out like a dog, and the gate of Wangcai Cooperative was wide open.

Li Lang led his men outside, glanced at the door, and was first taken aback, then smiled knowingly. That's more like it; this is what doing business feels like!

Outside the cooperative, the entire street was filled with all sorts of luxurious carriages. The carriages were numerous, yet quiet and orderly; when doing business with the Spirit Master, no one dared to make the slightest mistake.

This is no joke. Didn't you see that someone who offended a spiritualist just got his leg broken and crawled out like a dog?

"Fatty, it's time to entertain the guests." Li Lang winked at Wolong.

Wolong's eyes lit up, and he nodded in perfect unison.

"Open the door to welcome guests!" Wolong shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Cough cough." Upon hearing this, Li Lang felt a surge of turmoil in his heart and couldn't help but cough.

"You fatso, is that how you yell? What's the difference between this and a brothel madam's hawking? Are you trying to change careers?" Li Lang slapped Wolong on the bald head, so angry he didn't know what to say.

"Hehe." Wolong touched his bald head that had been slapped, his face showing no embarrassment whatsoever, but instead grinning even more slyly. "Isn't this what you said? Is it my fault?"

"Get lost!" Li Lang was completely at a loss with this clown, so he could only laugh and scold him.

Originally, as soon as they saw the cooperative's gate open, the sharp-eyed maids and servants standing by the carriage began to lift the curtain, all hoping that their mistress could get off the carriage first so that she could have a better chance of buying the spirit's jade soap.

But with Wolong's shout, the maids and servants froze on the curtain, not daring to move.

The scene froze for a moment.

"Pfft, pfft." Soon, bursts of laughter erupted from inside the carriages, and several carriages even began to shake noticeably, indicating that the people inside had burst out laughing and could no longer control their trembling.

"Clatter, clatter." At this moment, a luxurious carriage appeared from the street corner, skipping the queue and heading directly toward the cooperative.

"Who goes there? Can't you see everyone is queuing?" Several of the servants, used to being domineering, couldn't help but shout at the sight. But immediately a hand reached out from behind the carriage curtain, covered their mouths tightly, and dragged them into the carriage.

It's clear that this carriage that wasn't waiting in line is something special.

Li Lang couldn't tell whether it had a powerful background or not, but he could tell that the horse's head was quite large.

The image of a tall, majestic horse must be exactly like this. Using such horses to pull a cart seems incredibly extravagant.

All the horse-drawn carriages parked on the street were arranged according to the number of horses. The four-horse carriages were in front, the three-horse carriages were in the back, and the two-horse carriages were hidden around the street corner. In such cases, it would be embarrassing to display them to others.

This carriage, which didn't queue, was drawn by six horses, with a bright yellow roof and colorful satin sashes draped around its sides; every detail exuded an intense and imposing air of nobility. Even the wheels displayed the heavy luxury of golden nanmu wood—this was clearly a vehicle for showing off!

"This is a bit too much of a show of power," Li Lang muttered, looking at the scene.

In ancient times, a strict hierarchy was emphasized, and Li Lang happened to know a little about this system of conduct.

The emperor had six carriages, the feudal lords five, the ministers four, the high officials three, the lower officials two, and the commoners one.

These six carriages are clearly from the imperial family; who would dare to make them stand in line?